Oh Christmas Tree
- Grace Davies - poetry
- Dec 10, 2020
- 1 min read
Oh Christmas tree,
I hope you're not a fake
and that the lights still twinkle once
you're gone.
Oh Christmas tree,
I hope that your spirit still roams the land
in January and February and
beyond into the distant haar.
Oh Christmas tree,
I hope that you witness
truth and beauty and monopoly and Die Hard -
it is a Christmas film.
Oh Christmas tree,
I hope that when your needles are gone and
just your skeleton remains,
that the laughter will linger in your branches
and the conversations in your bark
and the hugs and the caresses are embedded
in your grains.
Oh Christmas tree,
I hope that when you're chipped
and return to the earth,
those are the things that will nourish it
and sink deep into the soil,
those are the things that are absorbed and flow
through the rivers, the lakes, the seas,
forevermore,
until the day that you rain on me.
I'll recognise you, I know that I will,
Oh Christmas tree.
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